Cell Phone Grain

No, you're eyesight isn't failing you. The pictures really do look that grainy this week. My real camera is in desperate need of a new battery, the current one only lasts about an hour at a time, so it spends most of it's time being charged instead of being used. Kilo was inconsiderate this week and chose to have his two moments of cuteness during 'dead camera time'. Hence, grainy cell phone pictures.
One of Kilo's necessities in life is an evening walk. Though, 'necessity' doesn't quite cut it. It's more than a necessity. In fact, I don't think there is a word that fully encompasses the imperative need the family has for Kilo to get his daily constitutional. Lets just say that without it, I'd have a lot less hair on my head and my parents would just be plain bald. The above photograph is what happens when Kilo does get a nice, long walk. Peace, quiet, contentment - a well behaved dog. I'd post a picture of what he looks like without the walk, but I don't want to scare anybody. Just take my word for it. Or, turn on your tv and watch one of those demolition shows, then you'll have an inkling of what it's like.

Since Kilo is in trouble more than he is out of it, he still wears his leash. Everywhere. At all times. Rule number one in our house is, "Don't unleash the dog." You let him off his leash, you get to deal with whatever catastrophe he causes. In all seriousness though, the leash is quite handy to get him out of stuff and keep track of him. Don't see the dog? Then you can probably see the end of his leash disappearing around the corner. Sometimes however, the leash can be a source of amusement. Say like when Kilo spots the end of it as he goes around the table, and tries to catch it. You and I realize that Kilo will in fact never catch it. The table's too large, the leash too short. But it's highly amusing to watch him run around the table again, and again, and again. Sometimes he even stops and stares at it like "Now, it's right there. If I creep up on it maybe it won't see me. . . ". But! It never works! Mwa ha ha ha ha ha! Oh. Excuse me.

This week I will attest to the fact that Kilo weighs every one of his 63 pounds. How can I do such a thing when I can no longer pick him up, you ask? Well, because this week Kilo decided that I looked like a pretty comfy pillow. I'm not exactly sure what possessed him. One second he's playing with a toy, the next I'm gasping for air.